Julie And The Phantoms Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Swiss Alps were silent, but my mind was a riot of static and headlines. We were safe in the Bliss Foundation’s high-altitude villa, but the "Gold" scar on my arm was itching—a phantom vibration that told me the world wasn’t done with Elara Favour just yet. "You’re doing it again," Julian said. He was standing in the doorway of the study, silhouetted against the moonlight. He had a glass of water in one hand and a tablet in the other. "You’re writing the lead in your head before the event even happens."

I just sat there, staring at her, watching the way the silk complimented her skin. She pretended to read, but I knew her mind was somewhere else. Maybe thinking of that woman from the book who had lost control, or maybe wondering if she’d end up like her. And me…I sat there wondering how someone so strong could still look so fragile when she was silent. I reached out one last time, brushing my fingers against her hair. “Jules,” I said quietly. “I don’t care how strong or dangerous your power is. You’re mine. And nothing’s going to change that.” She didn’t look up, but her hand moved slowly, resting on mine for a second before pulling away.

“I'll show you when we get to the room.” Julia rolled her eyes playfully. Of course, she understood what he meant, and this time, she wanted him too. She was not being forced to like before. This time, she wanted to give him her all and feel it in return. After all, they belonged to each other. *** This story would have ended like any other fairytale, with the characters living “happily ever after,” except that this time it was a mafia story that ended in the best way possible. Well one could actually say that Donatello and Giulia “fucked happily ever after.”

J U L I A N Summer disregarded the rules and the fear of rejection. She advanced with her iPad in hand, her fingers racing across the screen. "Look for yourself. Explain what I'm seeing. Convince me that what I witnessed isn't real. And tell me again that werewolves don't exist." She passed the device to me, letting me hand it to Eliza first. I wasn't sure if Eliza was convinced, but he was definitely focused. He glanced at me, his lingering animosity evident.

It was annoyance. Because Julian Reyes made everything feel like there was something just out of reach. Something he knew. Something she didn’t. Her phone buzzed once. Noah: you okay? you looked weird after school She ignored it. Then stared at the ceiling. Then at her phone again. Then— She opened her messages. Scrolled. Paused. Julian’s chat was empty. Still new. Still fake. Still supposed to be simple. Except nothing about him felt simple. Her fingers hovered. Then typed:

I studied the destruction of my property and all I saw was that Pete used pain and vengeance as his muses for all these things he did to my house. “He really took his time,” Yulia muttered as she looked around. She entered the bathroom. “You have got to be kidding me,” she said. I followed her into the bathroom and on the mirror read: WHORE OF THE LYCAN. Pete knew that Yulia and I were together but I was not sure if he had any idea that we were mated. Yulia looked at me with a worried expression. “What if he tells the wrong people?” Yulia asked. Before I could answer, Miles entered the room. He looked really pissed off.

Her phone buzzed at precisely seven o'clock. **Massimo: The car is waiting. Don't make me come up there.** **Julia: Would that be so bad?** **Massimo: Dolcezza, if I come to your room, we won't make it to dinner.** Heat flooded Julia's cheeks. She pocketed her phone quickly before Kate could see the message. "Be safe," Kate said as Julia headed for the door. "Text me. And Jules? Remember—you can leave anytime. You don't owe him anything."

She smiled and flung the phone at Anya’s chest. Anya quickly grabbed the phone before it fell. Mila ambled into the house, while Anya was examining the quick changes in her from behind. ‘No matter how you pretend to be strong, I will push you to bear what you have just done…’ Anya vowed within her mind. ‘From now on, I will not lose to anyone again. I will make all of you pay. I will unlove my love, uncare my care and even unwow my wows from anyone that doesn’t know its value…’ Mila thought.

Knowing that if I don’t curb this now, I will lose her, I hand her my phone and say, “By the way, I am Julian. It’s nice to meet you.” When she accepts it without hesitation and types in her number, I quickly check her out while she stares at the phone’s screen and has no clue how much I desire her. Noticing that she is done and is about to look up, I glance away just in time before she smiles back at me and returns it. She stares into my eyes and says, “Here, it’s all good to go. Now you can just click on my name, and it will dial my number.”

The body, yet the body, would remember. The shape of it was still in her very hands. That soft, phantom feeling of white ridiculousness—the pillow. The very same she used to press over Alexander’s face and– Julia forced down a swallow. She flexed her fingers against the empty air. A small act, yes, but it helped remember. There was no pillow anymore. It was left behind. She was only imagining things. Yes. That was all. There were only phantoms. Sensations to plague her because she dared to look.